Water (A Sequel to Blood)

Chapter 6

A day later

  You pulled up to a house, Dean sat on the porch. He looked good, relaxed. It seemed as if the last five months had done him good. When he noticed you he stood up quickly and walked to the car, climbing in the backseat. Jay was sitting passenger side, and she had no idea what was going on. You started to drive.
  “I've been withholding a bit of information… From both of you…”
  “What is it?” Jay asked, she truly seemed surprised.
  “Sam's back.” You stated nervously.
  “That's impossible. Sam's in the cage.” Dean replied, furrowing his brow.
  “He's why I was in the hospital.. I saw him. I saw something in his eyes..” You continued, gulping.
  “He's acting weird…. I haven't even told Cass yet..”
  “How's he doing?” Dean asked, worry flashing in his eyes.
  “He's fighting a war up in heaven… He seems… Scared.” You answered honestly. Dean nodded.
  “We gotta find Sam first… Take me to Bobby's.” He ordered. You didn't hesitate to begin driving, wishing you had a certain angel there to wrap his arms around you. It was misery.

  About two hours later you pulled into Bobby's. There was a nice car sitting there, one you didn't recognize. You clammed up and parked, climbing out with Dean and Jay. Dean knocked and Bobby opened the door. He seemed surprised to see the three of you. Dean walked in and hugged him.
  “What're you doing here, son?” Bobby asked. Dean hesitated.
  “Sam's back.” He stated. Bobby had no reaction. Dean looked up at heavy footsteps neared. Sam stood in the doorway behind Bobby, giving you a death glare. If only looks could kill. Dean released Bobby.
  “You knew? Why didn't you tell me?!” He demanded. Bobby's stance took more hostility.
  “Because you were out! You had a girlfriend and a kid.. You had a life.” Bobby explained. Dean's lip curled back in a snarl.
  “You think that's a life? I showed up on their doorstep half out of my mind with grief. I had nightmares for months… You think that was a life?” He hissed. Sam walked up.
  “Don't blame Bobby… I begged him not to tell you.” Sam said softly. He seemed almost normal for a second. Dean hit him in the jaw.
  “And where do you get off telling me to leave and then not telling me you're back?” Dean continued. Sam rubbed his jaw, flexing it.
  “I know you're mad.. But hear me out… I don't know how I got out.. Me and Samuel-.”
  “Samuel?” Dean interrupted.
  “Like. Grandpa Sam?” He questioned. Sam nodded.
  “We figured whoever pulled me out pulled him out too.”
  “How long?” Dean asked softly.
  “How long have you been out?” He demanded. Sam sighed.
  “About the time you've lived with Lisa.”
  “You've been back this whole-.” Dean stopped before he got angrier.
  “Let's sit down and talk about this.” He sighed, moving to sit on the couch.
  “(Y/N), could you go get us some beers while we try to talk this out?” Bobby asked. You nodded.
  “Sure thing.” You headed into the kitchen, bending down to look in the fridge. Loud footsteps followed behind you; assuming it was Bobby who'd wanted to help or get something stronger you didn't turn around. Very quickly you realized that wasn't the case when two hands gripped your waist painfully tight. You winced and closed the fridge as Sam turned and pinned you against the wall. His eyes were still empty.
  “I warned you about telling Dean…” He snarled. One of his hands wrapped around your throat. Tightly.
  “S-Sam, don't.. Please..” You choked. Sam held you for a bit longer before releasing you.
  “Be weary. If I catch you alone.. You're dead.” He hissed, grabbing a beer and leaving. You stood there for a moment, holding your throat. You were alone again.